1 year ago

[Verse]
I'm in a room with walls lined with band posters.
Headphones on, and preparing for the show.
Tangled cables, endless coffee cups,
Dreaming big in a small production booth.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every voice tells a story, I bring them to life,
Mixing soundtracks for the sleepless nights.
But who hears the whispers of my quiet fight?
Lost in the waves, out of the spotlight.

[Chorus]
I'm the ghost in the airwaves, the heart of your radio,
Spinning secrets and dreams that nobody knows.
Catch my soul in the echoes of my emo diary,
Behind the scenes, is where I'm truly free.

[Verse]
Stacks of notes, and a thousand takes,
Chasing perfection in each episode,
Guests come and go, their stories glow,
But mine stays hidden, untold, and unknown.
Every laugh, every tear I subtly weave,
Crafting scenes that you wouldn't believe.
Yet here I stand, still hard to perceive,
A silent hero, with tricks up my sleeve.

[Breakdown]
In the shadows of soundboards, I find my release,
Under the dim lights, in my solitude's peace.
And maybe someday, my voice will be known,
Till then, I'm the king of a production throne.
From punk rock jams to heartbreak tales,
My studio's a ship, and I'm setting sail.
Through the noise, my spirit prevails,
In this audio ocean, my passion never fails.

[Bridge]
So if you listen close, you might understand,
The life of a producer, with mixer in hand.
In every beat, and in every band,
I'm there, behind the scenes, making my stand.